Yesterday, I woke up to find my little black chicklet dead beside me. She was 2 weeks old. I heard Roo chirping & didn't hear Max, looked & she was dead under her pillow. I buried her behind our apartment. Maxie was an in-your-face type, noisy & bossy. I believe she knew how much she was loved tho. She liked to have her chest stroked & listen to her music box which played an Andrew Lloyd Webber tune. She was still shaped like an egg even after 2 weeks, while her sister Roo looks like a small hen.
If Maxie wanted something, she was not shy about letting the people know it with her piercing chirps. She enjoyed sitting on top of her Dad's head, looking down upon her chickdom. She was buried with a cupfull of chick food for use in the next life, wrapped in a little blanket. She will be thought of with love.
She brought joy to her people.
If Maxie wanted something, she was not shy about letting the people know it with her piercing chirps. She enjoyed sitting on top of her Dad's head, looking down upon her chickdom. She was buried with a cupfull of chick food for use in the next life, wrapped in a little blanket. She will be thought of with love.
